The future? The very thought of it is enough to fill her with a cold hatred, to grind her into dust and scatter her to the wind.
Su Wanmo gripped Qin Yu's neck, feeling the delicacy of her neck under her fingertips, her skin smooth as celadon and soft as tofu, seemingly so fragile it could crumble with the slightest touch.
She didn't even resist.
Just like a little lamb.
That especially innocent and aggrieved look, just like the heroines in TV dramas with their impeccable personas.
How can such a woman exist.
Su Wanmo knew that many outside were curious about what the two of them were discussing, and time was of the essence.
"Does he like you?"
"What?" Qin Yu was startled, then furrowed her brows, "So if he likes me, you won't kill me?"
"Right." Su Wanmo did not hesitate.
Qin Yu went silent, then said, "Su Wanmo, you must be some kind of freak."
Su Wanmo did not deny it.
